Episode-776
Chapter : 1551
"And," Lloyd added, "share intelligence. You have the files of the Obsidian Eye. You have the records of the Orchid House. You know names. Locations. Supply lines of the Seventh Circle."
"I do."
"Give them to me," Lloyd said. "Feed me the targets. And I will destroy them. I will be your sword in the dark. You rule the light. I will hunt the shadows."
Seraphina looked at him. It was a different kind of partnership. Colder. Harder. But real.
"A secret alliance," she mused. "Between the Queen of the South and the Ghost of the North."
"Exactly," Lloyd said.
She walked over to her desk. She picked up a quill. She wrote a quick note on a piece of royal stationery. She sealed it with her ring.
She handed it to him.
"This is a writ of safe passage," she said. "And a code. Use it to contact me. Directly. No intermediaries."
Lloyd took it. "Thank you."
She looked at him one last time. She memorized his face. The silver hair. The golden eyes. The man who could have been her King.
She stepped forward. She placed her hands on his shoulders. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. It was a soft, chaste kiss. A goodbye.
"Go," she whispered in his ear. "Go finish your war. But Lloyd..."
"Yes?"
"Try not to die," she said. "It would be terribly inconvenient for our alliance."
Lloyd grinned. "I'll do my best."
He bowed one last time. Then he turned and walked out of the solar, out of the palace, and out of her life.
Seraphina watched the door close. A single tear escaped, but she wiped it away before it could fall.
She walked to the throne in the center of the room. She sat down. She placed her hands on the armrests.
"Guard!" she called out.
The door opened.
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Summon the Council," Queen Seraphina commanded. "We have a treaty to draft. And a war to declare."
The girl was gone. The Queen had arrived.
Lloyd walked out of the Royal Palace with the steady, measured pace of a man who had just dismantled a bomb and was trying not to think about how close the timer had been to zero. The heavy oak doors boomed shut behind him, a final note in the symphony of his time in Saber.
He reached the waiting carriage at the South Gate. It wasn't the hired hack he had arrived in. It was a Royal Diplomatic transport, reinforced with steel and magic, bearing the seal of the Queen. Seraphina hadn't just given him safe passage; she had given him a fortress on wheels.
Ken Park was waiting by the door, his arm in a sling but his posture as rigid as ever. Jasmin was inside, peering out through the curtains.
"You're late," Ken grunted as Lloyd approached.
"I had to decline a crown," Lloyd said casually, climbing the steps. "It takes longer than you'd think. The etiquette is very specific."
Ken raised an eyebrow. "She offered?"
"She did," Lloyd said. "King Consort. Half the kingdom. And a very nice view of the gardens."
"And you said no," Ken stated.
"I said no."
Ken nodded, a flicker of respect in his eyes. "Good. The Arch Duke would have been... displeased."
"Displeased is a mild word for 'invading with an army to drag me home by my ear'," Lloyd muttered.
He climbed into the carriage.
The interior was plush velvet. Risa and the three other children were sitting on the benches, looking clean, fed, and incredibly small in the oversized seats. They were clutching new toys—gifts from the Queen.
Jasmin looked up as Lloyd entered. Her eyes searched his face.
"Is it... done?" she asked.
"It's done," Lloyd said, sinking into the seat opposite her. "The treaty is signed. The alliance is forged. We are going home."
The carriage lurched forward. The wheels rumbled over the cobblestones. They passed through the city gates, the guards saluting the royal crest. They left Saber behind, the black walls fading into the distance.
Lloyd leaned back and closed his eyes. The adrenaline was fading, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion.
"You could have stayed," Jasmin said softly.
Lloyd opened one eye. "What?"
"I saw the way she looked at you," Jasmin said. "The Queen. She... she really cared for you. And you fit there. In the palace. You looked like you belonged."
Lloyd sighed. He looked at Risa, who was sleeping with her head on Jasmin’s lap.
Chapter : 1552
"It was a nice fantasy, Jia," Lloyd said. "A clean slate. A new name. No baggage. No past."
He thought about it. Really thought about it. Being King Lloyd of Altamira. He could have implemented his reforms. He could have built his machines with the resources of a nation. He could have lived a life of luxury and power with a woman who admired him.
It would have been easy.
"But it wouldn't be real," Lloyd said. "It would be a story. And stories end."
He looked at Jasmin.
"I have a life," Lloyd said. "It's messy. It's dangerous. It's full of people who want to kill me and women who want to yell at me. But it's mine."
He pointed at Risa.
"And I have a job to finish," he added. "We saved four. But there are more. The Seventh Circle is still out there. The Firefly Corporation is still out there. If I stayed... I would just be hiding."
"You don't hide," Jasmin said. It was a statement of fact.
"I try not to," Lloyd smiled. "Though sometimes, a nap sounds very appealing."
He looked out the window at the passing countryside. The harsh, rocky terrain of Altamira was slowly giving way to the greener hills of the borderlands.
He was going back to the fire. Back to the complications. Back to the war.
But for the first time in a long time, he felt like he was heading in the right direction.
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The journey to the border took two days. They moved fast, changing horses at royal waystations. They were ghosts no longer; they were VIPs.
Inside the carriage, the dynamic had shifted. The tension of the mission was gone, replaced by a quiet camaraderie.
Jasmin wasn't the timid handmaiden anymore. She had fought a monster. She had saved a life. She sat straighter. She spoke with more confidence. When she looked at Lloyd, it wasn't just with gratitude; it was with a fierce, burning devotion. He wasn't just her master; he was her hero. The man who kept his word when the world said it was impossible.
"Lloyd," she said, testing the name without the title. It felt strange on her tongue, but right.
"Yes, Jasmin?"
"What happens to them?" She gestured to the children. "When we get back?"
"They go to the Ferrum estate," Lloyd said. "My mother has already prepared a wing. Teachers. Healers. They will be wards of the House. They will be safe."
"And Risa?"
"Risa stays with you," Lloyd said. "If you want."
Jasmin’s eyes filled with tears. "You would let me... keep her?"
"She needs family," Lloyd said. "You are the closest thing she has. You are her sister now. Pia would have wanted that."
Jasmin reached out and took his hand. She squeezed it. "Thank you."
Lloyd squeezed back. "Don't mention it."
In the corner, Ken Park watched them. He was cleaning his knife, as always. But his eyes were on Lloyd.
Ken had served the Ferrum family his whole life. He had respected Arch Duke Roy. But Lloyd... Lloyd was something else. Roy was a mountain—immovable, strong. Lloyd was a storm—unpredictable, destructive, but also capable of bringing rain to a desert.
He had seen Lloyd manipulate kings, seduce princesses, and butcher demons. But he had also seen him hold a dying king's hand and comfort a crying child.
Ken realized, with a jolt, that he wasn't just a bodyguard anymore. He was a believer. He would follow this man into the abyss and back. Not because he was paid to, but because he wanted to see what happened next.
"We are crossing the border," Ken announced, looking out the window.
The landscape changed. The gray rock turned to green pine. The air grew cooler, fresher. The smell of sulfur and dust was replaced by the scent of pine needles and snow.
Bethelham. Home.
Lloyd sat up. He adjusted his collar. The Doctor Zayn persona finally, completely dissolved. The Lord returned.
"We made it," Lloyd said.
"Mission accomplished," Ken said.
"Almost," Lloyd corrected. "We survived the away game. Now we have to survive the home game."
He looked at the horizon. He could see the distant peaks that marked the Ferrum lands.
He thought about who was waiting for him.
Rosa. The wife he had divorced but who refused to leave.
Amina. The fiancée he had acquired by accident.
Faria. The artist who claimed his soul.
And his father. Who was probably going to yell at him for a solid three hours before asking for the intelligence reports.